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magidCreeping thyme (thymus serphyllum)
"Roger! I'm feeling different, and... small," Ann said, just a little bit nervously.
"I am, too," Eliza chimed in.
"Well, if you'd open your eyes, you'd see why: we're all snails!" Roger replied. "I wonder how far it is to the sundial from here, and whether the Natterjack is around. I feel rather peculiar."
Elfin thyme (thymus praecox)
Nothing seemed to have changed at all.
"Perhaps there aren't elves in the United States?" asked Eliza.
Just then, Ann, who was looking around very carefully, noticed an eye peeping out from under a particularly tall tuft. "Or maybe they don't look like what we expect. Who do you think that is?"
Just then, they heard a faint bit of laughter, and the eye was gone, almost before the rest of them had seen it. Jack said it must've been a mouse, and that he'd spent enough time hanging around; he had to go write a letter to Chloe Clutterby.
"I hope that doesn't happen to me when I get older," Roger said, and then, "Let's see if we can find it. Perhaps it's particularly small because the thyme is so small."
Lavender thyme (thymus vulgaris)
"How wonderfully purple everything is, and that scent!" Eliza breathed in happily. "That doesn't smell like thyme."
Roger had been looking around. "I think we've changed in place, not time. That sign over there is in French; we must be in fields of lavender grown for market."
Ann was worried. "I don't know any French, other than bonjour. How can we do a good turn when we can't even talk to people?"
"Well, perhaps the magic will help."
Magic carpet thyme
"Why did you bring that hearthrug out into the garden, Ann?" Roger was a bit cross, since Ann had always been so sensible a younger sister before.
"But I didn't! I wouldn't!"
"What kind of thyme did we choose?" Eliza asked the Natterjack.
"Hit's magic carpet thyme, there. Very interesting hit can be, too." And the Natterjack hopped onto the hearthrug, and closed his eyes.
"It wasn't Ann at all, Roger, so stop being so cross. Let's plan where we should go!"
I bought some magic carpet thyme yesterday, which of course brought all the rest of this on.
There are so many other kinds of thyme that call out for stories: Archer's Gold, English Wedgewood, Golden King, Lemon Frost, Lemon Mist, Lime (it rhymes with thyme :-), Minor, Moonlight, Mother of, Passion Pink, Silver, Silver Needle, Tuffet, Wooly... and that's only some of them.
"Roger! I'm feeling different, and... small," Ann said, just a little bit nervously.
"I am, too," Eliza chimed in.
"Well, if you'd open your eyes, you'd see why: we're all snails!" Roger replied. "I wonder how far it is to the sundial from here, and whether the Natterjack is around. I feel rather peculiar."
Elfin thyme (thymus praecox)
Nothing seemed to have changed at all.
"Perhaps there aren't elves in the United States?" asked Eliza.
Just then, Ann, who was looking around very carefully, noticed an eye peeping out from under a particularly tall tuft. "Or maybe they don't look like what we expect. Who do you think that is?"
Just then, they heard a faint bit of laughter, and the eye was gone, almost before the rest of them had seen it. Jack said it must've been a mouse, and that he'd spent enough time hanging around; he had to go write a letter to Chloe Clutterby.
"I hope that doesn't happen to me when I get older," Roger said, and then, "Let's see if we can find it. Perhaps it's particularly small because the thyme is so small."
Lavender thyme (thymus vulgaris)
"How wonderfully purple everything is, and that scent!" Eliza breathed in happily. "That doesn't smell like thyme."
Roger had been looking around. "I think we've changed in place, not time. That sign over there is in French; we must be in fields of lavender grown for market."
Ann was worried. "I don't know any French, other than bonjour. How can we do a good turn when we can't even talk to people?"
"Well, perhaps the magic will help."
Magic carpet thyme
"Why did you bring that hearthrug out into the garden, Ann?" Roger was a bit cross, since Ann had always been so sensible a younger sister before.
"But I didn't! I wouldn't!"
"What kind of thyme did we choose?" Eliza asked the Natterjack.
"Hit's magic carpet thyme, there. Very interesting hit can be, too." And the Natterjack hopped onto the hearthrug, and closed his eyes.
"It wasn't Ann at all, Roger, so stop being so cross. Let's plan where we should go!"
I bought some magic carpet thyme yesterday, which of course brought all the rest of this on.
There are so many other kinds of thyme that call out for stories: Archer's Gold, English Wedgewood, Golden King, Lemon Frost, Lemon Mist, Lime (it rhymes with thyme :-), Minor, Moonlight, Mother of, Passion Pink, Silver, Silver Needle, Tuffet, Wooly... and that's only some of them.